"If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss…"
"What sane person follows a logic of saying we should kiss if we're holding hands?" you burst out to your acting partner disregarding the script.
"You were supposed to start with 'good pilgrim,' ___________," Mathias laughed.
"Your pilgrims can kiss my ass for all I care," you huffed caustically.
"I don't think they'd mind doing that," your Danish classmate chuckled suggestively.
"You're sick in the head, you know that?' you frowned rolling your eyes in disgust.
"Come on, ___________!" you heard a loud raspy voice shout from the chairs. "You know you want to kiss him! Who doesn't?!"
"Shut up, Gilbert!" you snapped at the overly egotistical albino. Next to him was Alfred, your school's star jock, who was munching away at some fast food and not paying too much attention to the rehearsal.
"Dude, Gilbert, you want some fries?" he asked between mouthfuls of hamburgers. "They're made of potatoes. You like potatoes, don't you?"
Gilbert frowned in disgust as his friend began to wolf down his fries. "I'll pass. Eating too much junk food isn't awesome for my health."
Alfred shrugged. "Suit yourself, man."
"I'm not kissing Mathias," you stubbornly growled. "It's not even necessary to the plot."
"Yeah, it is," Mathias rebutted. "The first time we kiss, it's because we're holding hands. It only makes sense."
"It doesn't make sense!" you snapped. "And why are you saying 'we?' Don't you mean Romeo and Juliet?"
"No, I mean us, ___________," the promiscuous Dane grinned mischievously.
"Do it, ____________!" Alfred urged with his mouth full of fast food. From the corner of your eye, you noticed that some of the pieces went flying into the seats upsetting Gilbert who was scooting to the edge of his seat to avoid getting splattered.
"No!" you shouted. "All of you guys are too much trouble!"
"If you'd join the awesome bandwagon, you wouldn't think so!" Gilbert shouted back with a definite smirk on his face.
"That's it!" you snapped. "I'm leaving! I don't care about this stupid play! I never wanted to sign up in the first place!"
"Aww, but ___________!" Mathias protested trying to hold you back. You were prevented from escaping since he had a firm grip n your hands. In another time period in another reality, you might have thought about staying back since there was no reason for you to leave, but your stubbornness got the better of you, and you managed to pull your hands away and stormed out of the building with only the Awesome Trio left in the theater.
Mathias scratched his head hopelessly as his friends began to laugh at his inability to hold ___________ back.
"I don't get it, you guys," he sighed. "Why doesn't ___________ like me? Has she told you why?"
Alfred swallowed the last of his seemingly bottomless haul of hamburgers and washed them down with a sip of his soft drink.
"She actually dropped this to me in study hall, but I think it has something to do with the fact that you can't take things seriously," he told his Danish companion.
Mathias looked confused. "I don't get it."
"That's what Alfred's talking about," Gilbert sighed. "You've got a problem seeing what's around you. You never know if there's a problem or not. Alfred, I can say the same about you."
"What?" Alfred stupidly responded.
"See what I mean?" Gilbert snickered enjoying the clueless air spewing among his two close friends.
"So that's it" Mathias asked. "She just doesn't like the way I can't see things?"
"That's not all," the albino member of the Awesome Trio added. "She doesn't get why you like her, but it's not like she's going to ask—not with you always being to oblivious as she always calls you."
"Oh…" Mathias lowered his head and pondered through his thoughts. The more he thought about it, Alfred and Gilbert were right. He wasn't good at sensing the mood even more so than Alfred.
"By the way, Mathias, what do you send her in your texts?" Alfred asked all of a sudden. "You never tell us, man."
"I—" Mathias paused and immediately flipped through his cellphone to see if he had any texts received from _____________. None.
"I do tell her how I feel," he admitted. "But I'm afraid I'll stumble if I tell her straight on so I do it through texts."
"Dude, that's the problem!" Alfred burst out getting up from his seat. Hamburger wrappers and grains of salt went flying everywhere.
"Shit, Alfred!" Gilbert hissed. "Your unawesome wrappers are getting all over the place! Do you have to be such a swine?!"
"Sorry, man," Alfred hastily apologized before focusing his attention back on his Danish friend. "But, dude, Mathias, a girl likes it when you're direct with her. You know, actually talking to her straight up about how you feel?"
"Yeah, but ____________ always turns her nose up at me," Mathias frowned recalling all of the times he was shot down.
"Why the hell do you care about her, anyway?" Gilbert asked. "There are plenty of awesome chicks waiting to get a chance at you."
Mathias grumbled something his friends couldn't understand from the chairs and looked down at his cellphone again. Then, without another word, he began to leave the stage from the back.
"Hey!" Gilbert cried. "Where are you going, Mathias?"
"Going to make a quick call," Mathias answered leaving through the back door so his friends couldn't hear what he was going to say. Once he was outside, he began to flip through his call directory until the list fell on a single name that belonged to a certain person he had been eyeing since the beginning of high school.
You were about to make your way out of the schoolyard when your phone started to vibrate again. This time, the vibrations came in a rhythm so someone must've been calling you. When you dug your phone out of your pocket and look at the caller identification, your face fell. It was Mathias Køhler—again.
Sighing, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and pick up the phone this one time.
"What is it, Mathias?" you asked unenthusiastically.
"___________! Thank goodness you answered!" Mathias breathed sounding relieved.
"Yeah? So what do you want?" you huffed. "You're not really going to try and convince me to come back, are you?"
"No, no, no," the Dane quickly answered over the phone. "Listen, could you just come over to the back of the main building? I've got something I want to say to you."
"No," you bluntly replied.
"No?" Mathias repeated sounding baffled.
"You heard me," you coldly responded. "I'm not going to fall for one of your little tricks. Bye, Mathias."
"Then I'm going to have to talk to you right here, then," Mathias sighed, but it wasn't through the phone that you heard him since you had already hung up—it was through his real voice.
"M-Mathias?" you stammered. "When did you get here? I didn't see you!"
"I sprinted over here while I was talking," Mathias grinned with a slight hint of heavy breathing in his chest. Now that you thought about it, his voice did sound a bit heavy when he was talking to you over the phone.
"Nice try, Mathias, but I'm not going to listen to what you've got to say," you frowned and tuned away to go home.
"But, _________!" Mathias cried trailing after you. "Our class is riding on our act! And besides, I've been talking to Alfred and Gilbert, and they've been telling me what's been making you tick."
You stopped to listen, but you didn't face Mathias. "They have, have they?"
"Yeah," your classmate answered. "They've been pointing out how I've been unable to read the mood and I don't really notice how you're uncomfortable around me. I'm sorry if I've been embarrassing you all of this time, ____________."
"Apology accepted, Mathias," you sighed. "Now can I go home?"
"I'm not done," Mathias quickly said. "_____________, I'm guessing you haven't been reading my texts, but I've been telling you how I've really been feeling about you. You know why I like you?"
"Please enlighten me," you replied with mild sarcasm.
"It's because you don't like me," Mathias answered.
This got you to turn around wearing a look of utter disbelief on your face.
"I don't get it. Why would you go for a girl that doesn't like you? Doesn't that seem weird to you?"
Mathias scratched his head. "It's because you don't want my attention," he said. "I've always been used to girls going crazy for me so when I met someone who doesn't like me…just because, I thought it was interesting. And just like that, I just, started to like you. You know, as a person, you're very aweso—"
"Don't use that word around me," you sighed. "I get enough of that from Gilbert."
"Sorry," Mathias apologized before continuing. "What I'm trying to say is, before I knew it, it wasn't just because you were uninterested in me that got me to like you. When I look at it, you're not unattractive, you're fairly smart, you work well with people, you don't cause anyone problems…I just like those simple qualities about you."
What is this feeling? you wondered at the back of your head. I'm not supposed to act soft in front of Mathias…I don't even like the guy!
"Why haven't you told me these things before?" you asked trying to distract yourself from the butterflies that were irritating your stomach.
"It's because I was scared that I'd mess up," Mathias admitted. "I didn't want you to think that I didn't take my feelings towards you seriously."
"Ha! Your feelings?" you dryly laughed. "And all of this time, I was worried about my feelings! You know, Mathias, all of this time, I've always known you liked me."
Mathias blinked dumbfounded. "You did?"
You reluctantly nodded. "Those texts, those little charms and flowers…You never did that for anyone else. I used to read those texts, too, and before I knew it…" You bit your bottom lips knowing you were going to regret saying this aloud. "…I started to like you, too."
"Aw, yeah! I knew it!" Mathias beamed with a sunny grin replacing his previously bashful and sullen expression.
"I'm not done!" you snapped calming the excited Dane down by holding down his hands so he wouldn't do anymore fist pumps. "The reason I never returned your feelings straight up was because I was afraid that you would dump me. It's one of your flaws, but I know that every girl in this school and even the neighboring schools are crazy about you. The fact that you would choose me over them is something I've never been able to grasp. That's why I chose to try to not like you. I didn't want to get hurt if someone better came along and stole you away from me. That's why…"
Before you knew what was happening, you noticed that your eyes were getting watery, and soon, tears began to spill out.
"Wha…Why am I crying?" you sniffed and took away one of your hands to wipe away your tears. You didn't want Mathias to see you, the person that had always stood her ground against his constant pick-up maneuvers, like this.
"__-__________?" Mathias stammered. Obviously, he had never seen you like this. You knew he had made other girls cry from rejecting them, but this was completely different because you were someone he actually had feelings for. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't walk away because he had never considered rejecting you before. This was definitely awkward.
"Hey, ____________..." Mathias said softly bending down to your level.
"Wh-What?" you hiccupped wiping your newest wave of tears. Suddenly, you noticed Mathias moving even closer to you than before. At first you thought he was going to wipe away your tears, but then you realized he was going for something else. Before you even had a chance to react, he already had his lips pressed onto yours. At least your tears had dried up.
After you pulled away from Mathias' lips, you immediately let go of his remaining hand and backed away in a nervous wreck.
"You jerk!" you burst out. "Why'd you do that? Th-That was my first one!"
"It got you to stop crying, didn't it?" Mathias warmly smiled causing your icy feelings towards him to melt in a gushy, fuzzy puddle. "Besides, our hands were touching; it only made sense for our lips to touch, too."
You rolled your eyes exasperatedly. "Oh, please."
Mathis frowned. "You didn't want me to kiss you?"
"No! I mean—I didn't mind that you did—What am I saying?! NO!! Grraggh! Stupid Mathias! I'm confused now!"
"So you wanted me to kiss you, after all," Mathias laughed.
"Idiot…" you grumbled and looked away so the annoying Dane wouldn't see you blushing like a tomato.
"I'm sorry it was so sudden," Mathias apologized. "If it helps, that was my first one, too."
You didn't say anything and continued to grumble incoherent nonsense all the while as Mathias led you back to the theater to continue practicing for the play.
Mathias' body lay lifelessly to the floor. As you touched his fair skin and brushed back his soft blonde hair, you could feel the warmth that lingered from his once lively spirit. In his hands lay a cup laden with a faint trace of liquid purple, the very color of poison.
"Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end," you breathed. "O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after! I will kiss thy lips; haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, to make me die with a restorative."
Desperate for an escape to be with your loved one, you kissed Mathias full on his lips hoping to collect traces of the poison that had caused his early doom but to no avail. Mathias had already gone from the world…and you remained.
Removing your lips from the useless effort, you began to break out in tears from the lingering touch of his soft lips.
"Thy lips are warm!" you sobbed. Suddenly, you began to hear a noise coming from outside of the tomb.
"Yea, noise?" you gasped. "Then I'll be brief." Seeing a dagger beside your beloved Mathias' body, you gratefully took it tightly in both hands and stared long and hard at it.
"O happy dagger! This is…thy sheath." Without a second of hesitation, you plunged it deep into your chest and began to move around groggily.
"There let me rest…" you panted. "…and let me die."
With that, your body fell upon Mathias' with the faint voice of people from outside of the tomb getting louder and louder.
"____________, you were so cool!" Bella squealed when the audience had finally finished clapping and you and the rest of the actors left the stage.
"Thanks, Bella," you smiled and gave her a quick hug before feeling someone else latch his arms around your waist.
"Mathias! Don't startle me!" you yelped and gave the Dane a half-hearted push.
"I can't help it, ___________!" Mathias laughed. "You were great!"
You couldn't help but crack a small smile from hearing your classmate compliment you. "You were great, too, Mathias."
"I can't believe you actually did real kisses throughout the play," Bella sighed dreamily. "You know a lot of girls are going to be jealous."
"Then let them be jealous," Mathias snorted wrapped you close to his muscular chest. "If anyone has a problem, then they'll have to confront me."
"M-Mathias, you're embarrassing me…" you whispered feeling your face grow hot.
"Dude, you guys!" Alfred shouted while running over to the three of you. "The rest of the crew and some others are going out to celebrate the end of the fair. You guys coming?"
"I'm good," you chuckled remembering how rowdy the Awesome Trio could get at parties.
"In that case, I'll stay behind with ____________," Mathias said to your surprise.
"I'll go!" Bella beamed. "I think we should give the two star-crossed lovers some time alone." With a quick wink and a giggle, your friend left with Alfred along with every other crewmember.
"Some friends they are!" you huffed. "Seriously, Mathias, if you want to go, you can go."
"No, really, I'm good," Mathias insisted and locked his fingers around yours. "You want to take a walk outside? The theater air's killing me."
"That'd be nice," you admitted with a light blush showing on your cheeks.
Recently, Mathias had been sending you less texts than usual, but you took the time to steal a glance at each one. You didn't know why you didn't do it earlier. The messages were really short and sweet. Some were complimenting you on how you had your hair or how your smile was particularly bright on certain days, things like that.
When you and Mathias had reached the school garden, you noticed that the stars were unusually bright tonight. Just as you were about to tell Mathias, you felt a vibration in your pocket causing you to jump. Thinking it might've been a friend or your parents, you opened up your cellphone's screen and read the text.
You looked up. Mathias kissed you. You remembered that he was holding your hand. Clever Dane…
"How many was that tonight?" you asked when his lips left yours.
"I lost count," Mathias laughed.
You raised an eyebrow. "Were you counting to begin with?"
"No," Mathias admitted.
"I swear, if this happens every time we hold hands, I'll…"
A scarlet blush streaked across your face. "I'll…" You lowered your voice into a small whisper.
"I'll never want to let go."
It was barely audible, but Mathias heard it all the same despite his voice usually being loud.
"If you say so, ___________," he smiled and kissed you again.
"Stupid!" you growled and tried to move your lips away, but since he was so tall, Mathias got you every time. You never let go of his hand, though.